Ramblings of a Villas Girl

Sunday, March 29, 2015

There was a black and white cat in the neighborhood for years. Every time she would see me, she would run. I had tried several times to befriend her and feed her, but she was just to scare and would run away. That is until Halloween night 2013. My neighbor's cat Kat came over followed by a cat I had called Kat's Kitten. I fed Kat and Kat's Kitten hung around and I was able to feed her without her running away. She kept her distance, but didn't run. We were finally making progress.

She would come around more often for food, but always at a distance. You could tell she hadn't eaten a good meal in a long time and she was sick. She had runny eyes and nose and sneezed like crazy.

The weather started getting colder and I got the huts all set up just encase she decided to stay. She stayed and kept warm in the hut. Her health started to improve with regular meals.

Gradually I was able to pet her. During this time, there was a lot of blood shed. I went through a lot of cursing and band-aids, but she learned to trust me more and more.It was around this time I decided she needed a name besides Kat's kitten. Most names just didn't fit and we ended up with Kitty.

I wanted her to come in, but the problem was Ralphy and Yipper. I knew Ralphy wouldn't be a problem, but Yipper would be. I would hold the door open a bit so Kitty could look in and Ralphy could look out. Kitty being the little bitch she was, would swat at Ralphy. Being the good boy he is, Ralphy would swat back, but think it was play time. Yipper didn't want any parts of this.

When Ralphy & Yipper were sleeping, I would hold the door open for Kitty, inviting her in. She was interested, but hesitant to come in. I think she was fearful of Ralphy. Then one day, she decided to run in. She ran around the house, scare and right out the back door. I was disappointed, but happy. We were making more progress.Then one night when I came home, she greeted me at the front door. I opened the door and in she ran. This was the first night she spent in. It was touch and go until the first bad cold snap of this winter. She came in and would only go out on the back deck with me and then in. Her and Ralphy got along quite well, which I knew they would. Yipper and her not so much. Which I knew they wouldn't. But would with time. And in time, they did. They started to run and play with one another.We kept working on our trust of each other. Neither one of us trusting the other 100%, but we were close. She would greet me at the door when I came home for lunch and after work. She had a habit of jumping up for pets and if I didn't bend down quick enough for her, she would twirl around on her hind legs like, 'look at me. Aren't I just too cute? I know you want to pet me.' And I would laugh and give her lots of pets.Kitty was not meant to be a totally inside kitty. As the temperatures warmed and the sun shone, she wanted out. When I came home for lunch, she greeted me half way down the sidewalk, meowing, standing and walking in front of me. She would then come in and join me on the couch for a nice petting.Kitty went out the morning of March 21, 2015 and I haven't seen her since. My heart is breaking. I am constantly looking for her. I've called animal control. I've call the shelter. I've been to the shelter when they said they had a cat just brought in from my area that resembled her description. It wasn't her. Both animal control and the shelter have her on the lost and found list. They have my number just encase.My friend keeps telling me she'll come home, but with every day that passes, my hope that she will diminishes. She was becoming a pampered puss. She liked being inside on crappy days. We've had rain, snow and cold temperatures since then. My heart is breaking for a lot of reasons. I had hoped that she would become an inside kitty. We had come so far trusting each other. Not knowing where she is. Is she okay? And the saddest part for me is, I don't even have a picture of her. I do on my cellphone, but it is one of the cheapy trac phones and I don't know how to transfer the picture to my computer.I miss my Kitty. Ralphy misses her too. Even Yipper has looked around for her.Not knowing if she is okay or not is the worst. I tell myself she will come home, but in my heart, I know that's not true. She would have come home by now if she could.I also tell myself that if she doesn't come home, at least she was able to experience, probably for the first time in her life, warmth, friendship and contentment. But most of all, she experienced love. And she was loved...

Sunday, April 1, 2012

It seems like whenever I post a blog, it has to do with my fur babies. This one is no exception.

For about a month now, I've been trying to get my Ralphy well. He was having problems peeing so I took him to the vet. They said he had a bladder infection and gave him a shot of antibiotics. They said that food plays a big role in causing these problems with male cats. So I also came home with special canned and dry food. I put the canned food down and both Ralphy & Yipper did the stinky face and literally ran from the food.

A week later, my friend took me and Ralphy to the emergency vet. They did a urine analysis test. Gave me pill antibiotics, muscle relaxers, pain meds and two different kinds of canned food. The vet also gave me information on this problem. Well that canned food went over about as good as the first one did. At least they both like the dry food.

The urine analysis showed high levels of crystals. They told me to really keep and eye on him. If I notice him not peeing, to rush him back. They said if crystals gets stuck, he could die within 24 hours. They told me to try and get him to drink more. This could help dissolve the crystals. When I told them he would not eat the special canned food, they told me to fed him his. That has a lot of water that could also help dissolve them.

Reading the paperwork they gave me indicated they have no idea why this happens to male cats. It touched on food causing the problem, but really stressed stress is a major factor. So now I tried to reduce his stress level.

Our little neighborhood has become a haven for male unfixed cats. Why? Because one inconsiderate neighbor has two female cats that are not fixed. As a matter of fact, her one cat just had another litter. One male cat in particular is a bully and fights with all the other cats. Including Yipper, but especially my Ralphy.

Well mama bears claws are out. She's pissed. She called the neighbor and told her to get her cats fixed. Told her she was irresponsible. Told her last year after the first litter we had a discussion about getting her cat fixed. There were programs that would help with the cost. Told her I called animal control and was going to trap these cats and if her cats end up in the trap, so be it.

So with my trap, I've trapped three opossums. Seems like we have a colony of them around here too. But I want the black and white bully. I want him bad. But I can't seem to trap him. Just this morning, he got into a fight with Yipper on my back deck. And this is where I had the trap set.

I do believe that stress is what is causing Ralphy's problems. He is terrified when he is out when it's dark. He comes in before dark and will not go out until it is bright outside. I've tried keeping him in, but he wants no part of that. And he shouldn't. When he's in and he doesn't want to be, I can see him becoming apprehensive.

So we are working on reducing his stress level. He is improving, but not 100%.

And my inconsiderate neighbor. I saw her bring a trap home yesterday. I can only hope that she actually sets, catches and get these cats that have taken up residence in her yard fixed. All the neighbors are getting tired of all these cats shitting and pissing in their yards. We are getting tired of the cats spraying our houses and cars.

Hopefully I can trap that nasty black and white cat that is terrorizing all the cats in the area.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

I just finished reading 'Cleo' by Helen Brown. Great book. If you are a cat person, you should definitely read it.

Anyway the book got me to thinking about dog and/or cat person. Growing up, we always had dogs. My mom like small ones. We had poodles and a biscon. But I was always an animal lover.

Dad had a gas station and a guy came in with a kitten and asked him if he knew anyone that would want him. The guy who lived next to dads station had recently lost his cat and dad thought he would want him. When Mr. Hand came home, dad went over with the kitten. Mr. Hand said to dad, 'I don't want anymore god damn cats.' With that dad called mom asking if I would want a kitten. She promptly said, 'no.' When I came home from school, there sat dad with a shitty grin on his face. Mom with a pissed off look. I set my books down on the couch and something on the other end moved. It was love at first sight.

Tigger became my best friend. He was a big orange cat, but the most gentle cat there was. When I had my wisdom teeth out, I was in a lot of pain. I laid in bed and Tigger got up on the bed without me feeling him and laid down beside me with his head on my pillow. He put his paw in my hand kneading and purring away.

Then came Fluff. He wandered into the station and became dads friend. Dad accidentally ran over him. Rushed him to the vet and surprisingly was fine. Dad fearing something else would happen to Fluff brought him home. Fluff didn't like the dog. Fluff didn't like Tigger. Fluff had claws. Tigger didn't. So Fluff went to the vet to be declawed. The vet told us with Tigger and Fluff being males, the would fight for dominance. There was a lot of growling and hissing. They must have had it out one time when we weren't home. Tigger was king and him and Fluff became the best of friends.

Then came Spuds. We found her in the pool as just a tiny bit of a thing. Her mama wasn't around so we took her in and nursed her back to health. What a nasty thing she was. We swore she had brain damage from her near drowning. It would take her time to focus in on anything. It was funny to watch. Her head would go up and down and side to side.

All during this, mom never became a cat person and there was always a dog in the mix.

When I moved next door, I wanted a dog. A big dog. Went to the ASPA and got a dog. She was a beauty. I only had her a couple days when she became sick. Rushed her to the vet. She had parvo. She only lasted a couple of days. The vet told me not to get another dog for at least six months. That's how long the virus can live outside the body. I wasn't in a rush to get another dog, but mom called to say there was a black lab up for adoption. I called and went to see her. She ran around like a loon, jumped up and wrapped her paws around my waist, looked up at me with those chocolate brown eyes saying, 'well, why are we still here. Lets go home.' Of course I couldn't bring her home right then and there. They have to do a background check. She was delivered three days later on a snowy night.

I had a cat at this time. My friends daughter developed asthma and couldn't keep the cat. She called and asked if I would take her. This would be my old girl now.

I soon realized that my home was too small for me, the cat and a very big black lab. I was going to take her back when my phone rang. Mom on the other end said 'would you be mad if Danny and I took the dog.' Not at all. I packed up her bones, went next door and life couldn't have been happier for everyone.

Then four years ago, I found two kittens in the shed. Taming them was easy. Trying to find a home for them was not. I would walk up and down the pet aisle in the supermarket scoping people out. If I thought they were worthy, I would pull out the pictures and ask if they would like them. Everyone would ohh and ahh over them, but no one wanted them until one day. The lady said her daughter would love an orange cat. I got her name and number and told her I would call to make arrangements to drop him off. I was happy that I finally found a home for him, but sad because I had grew so attached to him. When I got home, he was no where to be found. He did not come home until later that night. The key word to that sentence is home. In the time he was gone, I realized they had found a home. Mine.

So my home is blessed with three fur-babies. They are pictured on my sidebar. My Baby Girls health is failing, but it has been for several years now. Everyday with her is a blessing. Yipper is well Yipper. She is a strange cat. Cold nights are spent inside. She has even managed to secure a place on the bed right up against my leg. Ralphy is just one of a kind. Well not really. I think there is something special with big orange male cats. He is more indoor then out. His place on the bed is on the pillow right next to my head.

So even though I love all animals, I am a cat person. I love their independence. Their constant smile. The loving look they give me. Their mews for attention. Of course this is all on their terms and I couldn't be happier.